pockyNFT: Alone in a balcony

He stood alone on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, looking out into the street, which was getting quite dark. His thoughts were far beyond this house where he lived. He did not know exactly how he ended up here, in this city, in this country. But he knew there was no other way but to look here.

Sad thoughts swirled in his head. But the cigarette was his only friend in this world where he was alone. He closed his eyes and inhaled deep smoke, feeling her foul smell in his lungs.